Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(29)
His face loomed over her, his black eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “So you are indeed able to submit like an Omega.”
Cailyn snarled at him, but it took too much effort to maintain. And when he began rubbing her neck, a trickle of pleasure tingled down her spine. She sighed but resisted the urge to close her eyes and succumb to his touch. She stared at him, watching his eyes lower down her body. The hunger in his face, as well as his scent in the air, made her nipples harden.
He lowered and took one in his mouth as his hand around her neck continued its firm caress.
Cailyn tried to think about something else, but as his warm mouth worked one nipple and then the other, her arousal began to overwhelm her. He licked and sucked up her chest and down her stomach until the pungent aroma of her slick dominated the air between them. Drocco removed his hands from her neck, kneed her legs apart and slammed into her. She panted, shocked by the force of his thrusts as he yanked on her pinned wrists to pull her onto his cock as he built up another rough rhythm.
Of course, the stretch of being completely filled was even better than the first time. Cailyn didn’t even know when he released her wrists, all she could do was accept the blissful, raw, delicious intensity that racked her body. Drocco groped and pinched her jolting body, squeezing her breasts and hips, sending her into a shuddering orgasm. He then grabbed her ass and lifted her up to drive into her with even more force. She came again before he did, thrusting his knot in and locking them together. As her breathing calmed, his questions began again. Cailyn suddenly realized she had felt no pain when he had entered her this time, even though he must have caused her damage before. She pondered on the thought as he continued to question her, purposefully blocking him out. The thick cream must have healed her. It hadn’t seemed like a magical cream or potion—why hadn’t she come across it before? When she didn’t answer him, Drocco forced his knot out of her again, and the pain was just as brutal as the first time.
Drocco continued to fuck her, knot her, and tear her apart. He would treat her with the cream, which would repair her enough within a few hours so he could start all over again. He always used her Omega impulses against her, pinning her down and ensuring she was dripping and succumbing to whatever pleasure he roused. A few times, he didn’t bother to pin her down—he let her try to fight him, a dark smirk on his face as he still touched and caressed her to an unavoidable arousal, and fucked her knowing she would fuck him back. Her orgasms, although powerful and consuming, became something to fear—something that also brought on powerful and consuming pain.
The Emperor always questioned her before he started to rip her apart; where was she from, where did she grow up, where were all the Omegas, who sent her, why had she come, where was the real Miss Lefroy and her sister, who else in the Palace knew about her, how did she learned the Talent…? She never answered any of it and he never failed to follow through with his threat and cause her as much pain as he could.
At varying intervals, he would order her over to the table next to the couch and push a bowl of spiced stew or fruity porridge toward her. He sat on the couch and watched her while she ate, the silence between them tense and uncomfortable. Cailyn always ate with the intention of keeping up her strength in case an opportunity to escape arrived, but with the constant pain she experienced, and the energy it took to resist him and her instincts, she began to lose interest in food. A few times when she didn’t eat from the bowl he gave her, he would force feed her until the bowl was empty. It was unbearable and she began to just eat to prevent the experience.
At first, she kept track of the days by hobbling over to peek behind the heavy drape when he wasn’t in the room to see when night fell, but she couldn't always make it over there and soon the hours and days blurred into each other.
Drocco seemed to leave at random times, usually after he had applied the healing cream. Whenever he wasn't in the room, Cailyn pulled all the sheets and duvets off the bed to lie down in the corner where all the mats and floor cushions were. She found she slept better rolled up in the sheets and blankets, as far away as possible from the bed where he tortured her with pleasure and pain multiple times every day. Whenever he re-entered the room, he redressed the bed with new sheets before dragging her back to it and starting all over again.
After a while, a deep ache grew in her pelvis. As it became stronger, it hurt to walk, and she was in constant agony. Drocco stopped fucking her, only to continue torturing her by simply flicking a finger into her hip every time she didn’t answer a question, causing a brutal pain to ricochet down her legs. When she healed enough for her pelvis to stop hurting, he began fucking her again. Soon Cailyn lost all sense of time and began to despair at what her life had become—pleasure, pain, and loneliness.
"This can stop whenever you'd like," Drocco huffed one day, as he dragged her back to the bed. “When you feel like you would like to act like a true Omega, then this will stop."
"I am a true Omega," Cailyn snapped at him. She was almost completely healed but knew she wouldn’t be once he’d finished with her.
"You are not," Drocco bit out, throwing her onto the bed. "You are defiant and disobedient, you have no desire to please me. You are nothing like a true Omega should be."
"And how would you know what a true Omega is?" Cailyn hissed, sitting up and glaring at him. "You have never met an Omega. All you have are old, traditionalist, outdated ideals, probably from some old abusive alpha who would destroy and kill Omegas for his own entertainment."